SINFUL SUNDAY STORY - ALONE WITH BEST MATE’s HUBBY Sprinti..

SINFUL SUNDAY STORY - ALONE WITH BEST MATE’s HUBBY Sprinting from the car to my girlfriend’s door, the pouring rain soaking through my flimsy summer dress (bad day not to wear a bra), I jump inside. Immediately she looks guilty. FFS she forgot a doctor’s appointment – rushing out the door before I can take my shoes off. Not that this is usually an issue, I’ve often curled up on her sofa and watched Netflix, but today, her annoying husband is home. God now I’ve got what, like an hour at least, maybe two of listening to him recount his latest trading wins. A successful stockbroker – rich but dull. Kinda hot though with his neat beard, glasses and toned body. Rolling my eyes, I head for the fridge – nice cold glass of white will take the edge of. He stands behind me to reach for a glass. No – two glasses. Wow – maybe this afternoon won’t be too dull after all! Handing me my glass, I am suddenly very aware of his eyes on me. My wet sundress now stuck to my body; my cold erect nipples are poking through. I can feel his eyes burning into me and it’s making me tremble. Suddenly I notice his cute chin dimple - what the fuck – has that been there all this time? Our eyes locked together; he suddenly uses his finger to circle my nipple – I let out a gasp as I feel my pussy twitch to his touch. Seeing my reaction, he holds my face and pulls me in to him, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth, my ears, my neck. Holy fuck what am I doing? I pull away, shocked. I can see his cock bulging in his trousers, a small wet patch starting to seep through. Using just one finger, he flicks both dress straps down, my bare breasts exposed. Bending down he takes each nipple in his mouth – sucking and gently biting each one as my legs start to go from beneath me. Suddenly, he slaps my left breast, gentle but firm. I let out a gasp. Grinning sadistically at me he slowly undoes his belt. At first, I protest, but my entire being wants to feel his rock-hard cock in my mouth. He clocks my weakness, tearing off his belt and unzipping his trousers. Its too much, I moan as I see his cock twitch. Without realising, I’ve dropped to my knees, running my eager tongue up his shaft through his boxers. Pulling my hair back, he uses the other hand to tear his boxers down, his huge girthy cock springing out. Glistening with pre-cum, he groans as I circle my tongue round and round the tip, kissing his cock like I would his mouth. Stroking and pulling fistfuls of my hair, he starts to guide his throbbing cock deeper into my mouth, his hips gyrating as he feels my tight lips round his length. I stick out my tongue and glide his cock deeper into my throat, my eyes beginning to stream as he starts to slowly fuck me. He pulls out completely and then plunges back in, his cock soaked in stringy drool as he owns me. Edging my gag reflex, he smiles devilishly as I gag hard on his length. Pulling his huge cock slowly from my throat, he guides me to the tip and I go to town. Tongue and lips and kisses while wanking his thick shaft hard and fast. He throws his head back as I take his length down my throat again, gagging as he pulls my head into his hips. Makeup streaming down my face, I take his big cock thrust after thrust, grabbing his tight ass cheeks. Suddenly he starts to shudder, letting out this almost primal groan. I hold him close as I feel his big hot load pulse down my throat, over and over, emptying those arrogant stockbroker balls inside me. Slowing his thrusting, he pulls me into his hips, gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail. Staring up at him, the arrogant fucker has this wry smile across his face, like he knew he could have me all along. Scrabbling to my feet, I quickly re-arrange my dress, my nipples so hard against the soft material. Taking a large gulp of wine, he kisses my forehead, turns and leaves. Still rooted to the spot, I hear him in his office already on a call – arrogant prick. Rubbing my thumbs under my eyes in a lame attempt to fix my ruined face, I suddenly hear a key in the front door. My friend waltzes in, full of apologies and air kisses, grabbing the wine and pouring herself a glass. Fuck fuck fuck. Well, she did double book me! As she moans on about it being ‘sex night’ tonight and how she detests fucking him, my little cum slut mind is already fantasising about the next time I swallow his load. Surely that’s what best friends are for?